The washing machine needs fixing here
it's early dark this time of year 
It's small and cold, I'm hiding in here
Behind orange drapes and wafer walls 

I made a mess to make it feel like home 
All the stuff I packed can't fill this hole
 
I conjure you up
You appear 
It's ridiculous 
That you're not here 

I bend Alberts law 
Slightly 
I say the magic word 
And you are beside me 

Out on Crouch End Hill people passing through  
I tried your phone then I bought dry shoes 
The squelch of rubber soles on wet tar
There's  too many steps from where you are

I conjure you up
You appear 
It's ridiculous 
That you're not here 

I bend Alberts law 
Slightly 
I say the magic word 
And you are beside me