Watchwinders

This premonition is breaking our hearts There's no illusion no magic words just simple facts We were doomed to success and missed our call our second act Now we wish we were born a century before the clash We don't forecast Oooh I wish we were born before the crash A hundred years before we consciously forfeited our task Get a second chance, just one, to wind our watch We would off course be thankful enough for fixing our botch We never act We don't forecast We can feel it coming And the fear is growing While the clock is ticking And our chances grow dim