Arithmetic

Someone to hold to

A love never to erase

The one you belong to

Without fear 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 and angels

Plan all our destiny

But here's how I found you

You're so much a part of me

Now every day's a gift to me

You must know you must see

You're my arithmetic

You make my sun shine

You're the road I pick

You're that friend of mine

Passage in this flight

Oh I falter and the clouds roll in

But the breath of love resounds

Staring into me and I begin

For when the Lord someday I'll see

Questions He'll ask of me, He'll say

"Who's your arithmetic?

Who made your sunshine?

Was the road you picked?

Speak of the love you find"

Change my altitude

Adjust my attitude

To a movie screen

That moves in front of me

Strong arithmetic

Stirring inside of me