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 arithmetic, 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 arithmetic, 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.