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
