"Lyra began to explain, quite unaware of how her voice changed, how she sat up straighter, and how her eyes looked different when she told the story of her meeting with Will and the fight for the subtle knife. How could she have known? But Roger noticed, with the sad, voiceless envy of the unchanging dead."
I saw it in her eyes
The love that she felt
Not for me, but for Will
The brightness was there
For all to see
And my ghost form, it loved her still
And even as she thought
Of a way in her mind
For all of the dead to be free
The envy and sadness
Enveloped my head
And I thought, "It could've been me"
She rescued me
From an inescapable prison
She brought me out of my cell
It's rather strange
The girl who brought me life
Was the girl who would kill me as well
If I had survived
As any boy should
We would've grown closer you see
The times that we had
Would stick to her heart
I know that it could've been me
As I escape
The world of the dead
I look back one last time and see
The girl and the boy
Who saved my death
And it hurts, cause it will not be me.