Arithmetic Songtext
von Eric Johnson

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