Lyrics
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. 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 four year 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, 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.", at four years old i heard the truth on my radio, so now i keep a moment's silence for my silent key.
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Artist: turner, frank