Silent Key

On the twenty eighth of january Nineteen eighty six Christa McAuliffe gazed in horror as the O-rings failed And she died, and she died, and she died For the next agonizing 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 realize that as she lost everything The world was revealed in a transmission so real that She understood everything We're still alive Four thousand nautical miles as the crow flies away A homemade hand 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 communicate We're alive, we're alive, we're alive It came as no surprise to realise that while he didn't catch everything The world was revealed in a transmission so real that He understood everything We're still alive We're still alive 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 At four years old I head the truth on my radio So, now I hold a moment silence for my silent key