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 you
 Lately I've been wondering- what are we gonna do
 When we wake up in the morning and it's 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 least
 I 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 wine
 This is communion wine
 This is communion wine
 This is communion wine