Sculptor, never leave my sidenAnd expose this empty smilenCould the truth be falsifiednAnd hold it off a little whilennNever look quite rightnPonderous and idlenStill I'm gonna trynAnd show you mynArchaic smilennTwo thousand years below the seanMoves like a blinking eyenSixty days in front of me nIt is an ocean running drynnTemper all these hidden movesnBehind uneasy staresnPass me to the centuriesnThey will never know what's therenWhat's therennNever look quite rightnPonderous and idlenStill I'm gonna trynAnd show you mynArchaic smile