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