Sculptor, never leave my side And expose this empty smile Could the truth be falsified And hold it off a little while Never look quite right Ponderous and idle Still i'm gonna try And show you my-- Archaic smile Two thousand years below the sea Moves like a blinking eye Sixty days in front of me It is an ocean running dry Temper all these hidden moves (?) Behind uneasy stares (?) Pass me to the centuries They will never know what's there What's there Never look quite right Ponderous and idle Still i'm gonna try And show you my-- Archaic smile