Karin Park Bending Albert's Law
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'll conjure you up You'll appear It's ridiculous that you're not here
I'll bend Albert's law slightly I'll say the magic word and you're 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'll conjure you up You'll appear It's ridiculous that you're not here
I'll bend Albert's law slightly I'll say the magic word and you're beside me
