Détails de la musique

When the Stars Take a Bow (A)
Country,Ballroom,Joy,Triumph,Uplifting,Aggressive,Triumphant,Romantic,Intense,Dreamy,Progressive,Male Voice,Male singer,Tenor,Dramatic Vocal,Power Pop Voice,Slow,Accelerating,Medium
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Verse 1
You step out on the porch like the whole night’s on fire,
summer dress and laughter, soft as a church choir.
Crickets slow their rhythm, the radio turns down low,
the moon leans a little closer just to watch you glow.
There’s a hush that hangs like lantern light above the town,
and every skyward heartbeat sounds like a curtain coming down.
Chorus
When the stars take a bow, they’re saying your name aloud,
every twinkle’s standing taller, every cloud’s a little proud.
Heaven’s got a front row seat and the night can’t look away—
when the stars applaud your beauty, I learn how to pray.
Verse 2
We two-stepped through a county fair, your hand fit in mine,
laughed through the cotton-candy, slow songs, and borrowed time.
You turned that worn-out jukebox into something brand new,
and left a trail of stardust right where our footprints grew.
Now porch light paints a halo where your shadow meets the floor,
and all the distant voices hush like they’ve been here before.
Chorus
When the stars take a bow, they’re saying your name aloud,
every twinkle’s standing taller, every cloud’s a little proud.
Heaven’s got a front row seat and the night can’t look away—
when the stars applaud your beauty, I learn how to pray.
Bridge
Maybe it’s the way you smile like Sunday morning sun,
or how you make the bottle-stars refuse to hide and run.
If love’s a quiet miracle, then darling, you’re the proof,
and I’ll keep a map of moments, lay our story to the roof.
Chorus (soft then rising)
When the stars take a bow, they’re saying your name aloud,
every twinkle’s standing taller, every cloud’s a little proud.
Heaven’s got a front row seat and the night can’t look away—
when the stars applaud your beauty, I learn how to pray.
Outro
So slide on back to me, let the world keep spinning slow,
we’ll count the little miracles only night folks get to know.
And when the sky gives favor, when the quiet finds its vow,
I’ll stand here in the doorway while the stars take a bow.