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