London Grammar - Missing Lyrics

Oh I wish I was your favourite, your creator
As the all-seeing eye for the dogs
You love the drama mama
She is in the kitchen
Best believe it though
She's cooking up a real storm
For your 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
And who will notice when you're gone?
I bet I'll call you farther from the phone
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 fiver lines are
In the kitchen a real mister with that jacket on
The girls all cooking
The ones you've been provoking

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
And who will notice when you're gone?
I bet I'll call you farther from the phone
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
What we are, what we are
This life has no end
And we're breaking apart
There's a long road ahead

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