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
You're still alive
You'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
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
The darkness up above
(At four years old)
Led me on like unrequited love
(I head the truth on my radio)
While all the things I need were down here in the deep blue sea
(So now I hold a moment silence for my silent key)
My Silent Key
My Silent Key
My Silent Key
Writer(s): Frank Turner
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