Quiet First, Then Fireworks
Alex Wilson
Description
"Quiet First, Then Fireworks" is an infectious synth-pop anthem about prioritizing genuine connection and authentic experiences over manufactured hype and superficial displays. Alex Wilson's vocals weave through shimmering synths and a driving beat, urging listeners to embrace vulnerability, build from a place of quiet understanding, and let the true sparks fly organically. The song celebrates the beauty of anticipation and the power of creating something real, brick by brick, before showcasing it to the world. The track blends dance-pop sensibilities with introspective lyrics, creating a soundscape that's both energetic and emotionally resonant.
Lyrics
Verse 1 We throw confetti on a Tuesday night, Countdown clocks with nothing set to light. We name the stars before the sky turns dark, Paint the mailbox, never build the yard. Weather app talking like a breaking storm, But we won’t step out to feel it warm. Pre-Chorus Put the megaphone down on the kitchen tile, Let the quiet catch its breath a while. If it’s real, it doesn’t need the words— It grows before the world has heard. Chorus Quiet first, then fireworks, Build the house, then hang the words. Hold it close till feeling works— Quiet first, then fireworks. Walk the miles, not just the map, Let the echo find its clap. Touch the flame before the blurbs— Quiet first, then fireworks. Post-Chorus Hush—let it bloom, Boom—make the room. Hush—let it bloom, Boom—make the room. Verse 2 We draw a blueprint for a simple kiss, Practice lines and almost miss the bliss. We wrap the gift and tell the street it’s big, Bake the cake and never take a bite. GPS preaching like it knows our hearts, But every turn begins where we just start. Pre-Chorus Leave the ribbon sleeping in the drawer tonight, Let the living be the neon light. If it’s true, it doesn’t knock the door— It moves us, and we say no more. Chorus Quiet first, then fireworks, Build the house, then hang the words. Hold it close till feeling works— Quiet first, then fireworks. Walk the miles, not just the map, Let the echo find its clap. Touch the flame before the blurbs— Quiet first, then fireworks. Bridge I’ve been the town crier of my maybe, Ringing bells before the day could be. But you are rain on my dry pavement— I’d rather run it than announce the scene. Let morning find us, not the other way, Let colors burst because we chose to stay. Let passion guide and light our way, Embrace the present, come what may. Down Chorus Quiet first, then fireworks, Build the house, then hang the words. Hold it close till feeling works— Quiet first, then fireworks. Final Chorus Quiet first, then fireworks, Quiet first, then fireworks. Walk the miles, not just the map— Let the echo find its clap. Touch the flame before the blurbs— Quiet first, then fireworks. Tag Quiet first… then fireworks.