Both of Us'll Feel the Blast

We're both dirty, baby- that's just the way it goes

We'll try to cut the fuses off before everything blows

And if it blows and both of us are standing real close by

Then both of us'll feel the blast and both of us'll die

But dying's overrated, it's a ticket on a train

And as long as i can hold your hand, i'll know that i'm still sane

Maybe i'm an idiot for thinking that that's true

But i believe that Jesus knew what He was doing when He gave me youLately I've been wondering- what are we gonna do

when we wake up in the morning and its just me and you?

Cause we ain't never done this thing but I guess that's how it goes

You breathe deep as it comes to you and hold tight when it blows

And if it blows and both of us are standing real close by

Then both of us'll feel the blast and both of us'll die

And dying's underrated, it's a ticket to the feast-

The one we're all invited to, from the greatest to the leastI hope we sit together when Jesus serves the wine

So I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first time

And I know there's no secrets when you're sitting at that table

But I believe we'll smile real knowingly when we read the label

And it says "passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy."

We'll tip our glasses to the Host who used to look so hazy

And drink it down all sweet and slow and slip inside His mind

And realize as it goes down- this is communion wineThis is communion wine

This is communion wine

This is communion wine