Subtle Knife, how sweet you ache-
to cure my Lyra's sick mistake.
Your urge is but a manic plea,
my oh my, how we must flea-
from the knife that cuts so deep,
how we weep and weep and weep-
for the love we've never had,
but you are bad, so bad, so bad!
Let us live our lives in calm,
together in one lonely piece.
Yes, you tried to cut apart-
the only thing close to my heart.
And yet I know affections lie,
in Will Parry's gray-green eyes.
All I wish for you my dear,
is that we remain so near.
For if you leave, what will become
of me, you are the only one-
who knows our secrets, shares our dreams,
Yes, Lyra if you have the means.
Stay faithful to your daemon bound,
or be cursed and underground-
we'll lay there like a wilting flower,
and have let them have the power-
No, my darling-not us two
our task far too great to do.
To save the world,
to cast a spell,
I'm a daemon sent from heaven-
not from hell.