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