Arithmetic - Eric Johnson (埃里克·约翰逊)
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 mesay
Who's your arithmetic
Who made your sun shine
How was the road you picked
Speak of the love you find oh my
Yeah yeah
To change my altitude
Adjust my attitude
A truer movie screen
Moves in front of me
A strong arithmetic
Stirring inside of me
Yeah
