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 You're still alive Four thousand nautical miles as the crow flies away A homemade 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 communiqué "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 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 heard the truth on my radio So now I keep a moment's silence for my silent key My silent key My silent key My silent key