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 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