Chasing After Deer - Midlake

Yes I’m sorry that I missed you

I’m sorry that I missed you

When there’s no one there to greet you

I’m sorry that I missed you

You’re always chasing after deer

Oh my dear, oh my dear

And through the meadow I can hear

My fears, oh my fears

For myself I must remind

That the woods are usually kind

And the sea is not mine

And when you’re all alone

And chasing after deer

Don’t be upset if it’s scared

And you can’t reach it

I know that you are fast

But it’s much faster

And after a while you can’t keep up

So you start to lag behind

But it doesn’t know

That you’ve resigned

So off a cliff

It falls to the sea

And you are sad

But the sea is not mine

The sea is not mine, the sea is not mine

The sea is not mine, the sea is not mine