London Grammar - Missing

Oh, I wish I was your favourite, your creator is the
All-seeing alpha, the dogs who love the drama mama
She's in the kitchen, best believe in that
She's cookin' up a real storm for you, traditional mixture

Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong
With arms wide open
Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong
The ones who get broken

I worry that, one day, you'll go missing (missing)
And who will notice when you're gone?
I bet I'll call you farther from afar
And break the news that you have vanished like a star

On account of your behaviour as a saviour, you're a
Real life-giver, the one who pays a five and lines up
In the kitchen, a real mister with that jacket on
The girls all cookin', the ones you've been provokin'

Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong
With arms wide open
Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong
The ones who get broken

I worry that, one day, you'll go missing (missing)
And who will notice when you're gone?
I bet I'll call you farther from afar
And break the news that you have vanished like a star

Everybody's got their own idea of right and wrong
With arms wide open

Love to see you happy again
With a love beside you, a house full of friends
But we are what we are, this life has no end
And we're breaking apart, it's a long road ahead

I worry that, one day, you'll go missing (missing)
And who will notice when you're gone?
I bet I'll call you farther from afar
And break the news that you have vanished like a star