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 revealing a transmission so real that she understood everything
You're still alive, 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 poor 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 what he didn't catch everything
The world was revealing 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
The darkness up above
Led me on like unrequited love
While all the things I need
Were down here in the deep blue sea
The darkness up above
Led me on like unrequited love
While all the things I need
Were down here in the deep blue sea
All those years, all they are
The truth on my radio
So now I keep a global silence for my silent key
My silent key
My silent key
My silent key