Bending Alberts Law - Shadow Child, Karin Park

The washing machine needs fixin' 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 and 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

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 'til you’re beside me