Thoughts from the Post-Scriptum

Night Of My Life by Damien Leith

Here we are,
Shooting stars,
Renting time in someone else’s space

So unsure
Afraid to fall
I’m standing here
A little scared
But I don’t care

‘Cos this kind of moment, is only on loan and
I wanna remember the look in your eyes
When it’s all over I want you to know I was with you when I
Had the night of my life

So don’t let go
You never know
Maybe your whole life’s about to change

So let’s hold on
Until it’s gone
Nothing’s made to last forever
Who knows whether

This kind of moment is only on loan
Sometimes you don’t know until it passes you by
And when it’s all over I want you to know that I was with you when I
Had the night of my life

Maybe this whole thing comes right down to faith,
From every choice that we think that we make
Has put us right here together today

This kind of moment
Is only on loan and,
It won’t be too long till it leaves us behind
And when it’s all over I want you to know that I was with you when I
Had the night of my life,
The night of my life,
The night of my life

~Damien Leith