It's a foreign story of a meek old man
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand
And every night he'd walk back, back into his cave
And see what he had written over and over again
Please wake up old man Pliedis
Please wake up old man Pliedis
You've written far too many times
Passersby would stop and stare at old man pliedis
They'd ask about his father and watch the letters wash away
They'd never look at old man pliedis in the eye
As he wrote
Please wake up old man Pliedis
Please wake up old man Pliedis
You've written far too many times
I'll come to you through an old man by the sea
You'll dream of things you've never dreamt before
And old man pliedis he'll be waiting there for you
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand
Please wake up old man Pliedis
Please wake up old man Pliedis
You've written far too many times
I'll come to you through an old man by the sea
You'll dream of things you've never dreamt before
And old man pliedis he'll be waiting there for you
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand
Writing 50,000 letters in the sand