Someone to hold to
Love never to erase
One you belong to

Without, there is not a trace

Of meaning to this metaphor

It's right behind that door

You're my arthmetic

You make my sun shine
You're the road I pick
You're that friend of mine


Arrows from angels
Plan all the destiny

That's how I found you
You're so much a part of me


Now everyday is a gift to be
You must know, you must see that


You're my arthmetic
You make my sun shine
You're the road I pick

You're that friend of mine

The passage in this life,

Oh I falter and the clouds roll in

But the breath of love resounds

Stirring anciently and I begin...

For when the lord someday I'll see

Questions he'll ask of me...

Who's your arithmetic?

Who made your sun shine?
How was the road you picked?
Speak of the love you find


To change my altitude
Adjust my attitude

A truer movie screen
Moves in front of me


A strong arithmetic
Stirring inside of me