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