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Sundown on the Radio van Rico Sunday — hoes
NummerWA-BAXWC8AZJX7R

Sundown on the Radio

vanRico Sunday

Latin PopMelancholisch106 BPMA-mineur3:11
SongtekstEngelsGelicentieerd voor locaties
0:00van 3:11
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Over Sundown on the Radio

«Sundown on the Radio» is een melancholische song in het genre Latin pop, van Rico Sunday (106 BPM, A-mineur, 3:11, gezongen in het Engels). Dit nummer maakt deel uit van de catalogus van WeavyAudio en is gelicentieerd voor weergave in koffiebars, restaurants, sportscholen, winkels en andere locaties.

Meer: Latin Pop-muziek zonder extra royalty’s. Meer op sfeer: melancholisch. Licentie voor uw locatie.

Credits

Tempo
106 BPM
Toonsoort
A-mineur
Duur
3:11
Zang
Engels
Licentie
Gelicentieerd voor locaties

Trefwoorden

  • Latin Pop Bittersweet Nostalgia 2
  • tight pop drums with a snappy brush-drum groove in a moderate key
  • bright synth plucks and clean guitar playing a lilting eighth-note rhythmic ostinato
  • nylon guitar riff
  • cowbell
  • polished vocal upfront with wide stereo guitar and crisp drums
  • warm tenor crooning Latin balladeer
  • emotional Spanish ballad delivery with melismatic runs
  • 106 BPM
  • A minor

Toegevoegd vandaag · 11-11-2026 · gelicentieerd voor gebruik op locatie

Songtekst· volgt de audio

Sundown on the Radio – songtekst

Verse

Traffic lights hold their color a little longer tonight

Paper cups rolling on the hood of your car

Your hand through my sleeve like you're pulling me in again

Same three blocks but this time we walk slow and I win

Pre-Chorus

So tell me is it habit or do you still mean what you say

Do you feel it too when the streetlights catch your face

Chorus

Is it habit or is it real that I'm holding my breath near you

Standing in a doorway like I'm not leaving till the sun comes through

You keep the radio low, talk to me like I'm still here

Is it habit or am I scared of losing what we had this year

Verse

Corner store neon flickers red and gold on your chin

Your thumb traces my collarbone like you're drawing a line

The block is quiet but your laughter cuts through the hush

I keep thinking something's shifting, that maybe tonight comes up

Pre-Chorus

So tell me is it habit or do you still mean what you say

Do you feel it too when the streetlights catch your face

Chorus

Is it habit or is it real that I'm holding my breath near you

Standing in a doorway like I'm not leaving till the sun comes through

You keep the radio low, talk to me like I'm still here

Is it habit or am I scared of losing what we had this year

Bridge

Maybe the summer's ending and maybe that's okay

If your hand stays mine one more hour, then I'll face another day

No promises in the streetlights but this feels different tonight

So stay just a little closer till the sky turns white

Chorus

Is it habit or is it real that I'm holding my breath near you

Standing in a doorway like I'm not leaving till the sun comes through

You keep the radio low, talk to me like I'm still here

Is it habit or am I scared of losing what we had this year

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