Lyrics by Mac Powell / Music by Third Day

From the recording: Conspiracy No. 5, Track #2.

I don't know if it's necessarily

(The things you do)

Maybe the things you say

Or maybe just the way you say it

It's true you sing a pretty song indeed

(In a new way)

You've said some things to me

But I'm not sure if you really mean it

Do you realize what you have done?

Do you think we have a problem?

You make me dance, you make me cry, you make me mad

You make me shout, you make me smile, you make me mad

You make me sing, you make me think, you make me sad

You make me fall, you make me love, you make me mad

I don't see calling it a tradgedy

(What have you done)

To do so would be wrong

And I think taking things too far

But I admit that in reality

(The truth be known)

I don't listen to words

But I know all of them by heart

Do you realize what you have done?

Do you think we have a problem?