Both of Us'll Feel The Blast
We're both dirty, baby- that's just the way it goesWe'll try to cut the fuses off before everything blowsAnd if it blows and both of us are standing real close byThen both of us'll feel the blast and both of us'll dieBut dying's overrated, it's a ticket on a trainAnd as long as i can hold your hand, i'll know that i'm still saneMaybe i'm an idiot for thinking that that's trueBut i believe that Jesus knew what He was doing when He gave me youLately I've been wondering- what are we gonna dowhen 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 goesYou breathe deep as it comes to you and hold tight when it blowsAnd if it blows and both of us are standing real close byThen both of us'll feel the blast and both of us'll dieAnd 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 wineSo I can look into your eyes when I taste it the first timeAnd I know there's no secrets when you're sitting at that tableBut I believe we'll smile real knowingly when we read the labelAnd it says "passion sacrificed to keep from going crazy."We'll tip our glasses to the Host who used to look so hazyAnd drink it down all sweet and slow and slip inside His mindAnd realize as it goes down- this is communion wineThis is communion wineThis is communion wineThis is communion wine