One Small Stone
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
The mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
There was lying
There was knives in the back
That was the morning
When it got dark, things got bad
We got so lonely
In each other's company
The further, the longer, the deeper I was gone
The better you would feel
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
The mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
In the beginning
Our love was alive
You walked on water
And came home every night
Then there were chains
Expectations weight
There was blood on the floor
And a lock on the door
And our loving turned to hate
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
Yeah, the mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
The mirror doesn't lie
When it looks into your eyes
You're a broken man, with broken dreams
You built all this pain
With arrogant disdain
For the beauty of love
And what it reveals
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
The mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
From one small stone
From one small stone
From one small stone...
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
The mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
There was lying
There was knives in the back
That was the morning
When it got dark, things got bad
We got so lonely
In each other's company
The further, the longer, the deeper I was gone
The better you would feel
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
The mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
In the beginning
Our love was alive
You walked on water
And came home every night
Then there were chains
Expectations weight
There was blood on the floor
And a lock on the door
And our loving turned to hate
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
Yeah, the mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
The mirror doesn't lie
When it looks into your eyes
You're a broken man, with broken dreams
You built all this pain
With arrogant disdain
For the beauty of love
And what it reveals
There was a mountain
It came tumbling down
I was the stone
The mountain was made around
And when I moved
When I started to roll
Down came the mountain
From one small stone
From one small stone
From one small stone
From one small stone...
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Doyle, Russell Crowe
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