Sculptor, never leave my side
And expose this empty smile
Could the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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