On the 28th of January 1986 Christa Mcauliffe Gazed in horror as the O-rings failed And she died, and she died, and she died
For the next agonising two minutes And forty-five long seconds She called out the truth on a broken radio I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive
It came as some surprise to realise that As she lost everything The world was revealed in a transmission so real That she understood everything You're still alive
Four thousand nautical miles as the crow flies away A home-made ham radio In the loft of a Hampshire family home Came alive, came alive, came alive
And so the four year old amateur operator thus became The only person to hear Christa's last desperate communique We're alive, we're alive, we're alive
It came as some surprise to realise While he didn't catch everything The world was revealed in a transmission so real That he understood everything You're still alive
And Christa said
The darkness up above Led me on like unrequited love While all the things I need Were down here in the deep blue sea
At four years old I heard The truth on my radio So now I keep a moment's silence For my Silent Key