Lyrics Remnants of Shields - Perfect Beings

Remnants of Shields

In the foggy late morning
You feel a shade of warning
Tilling the fields
With remnants of shields
We carve shallow trenches of hope
Catching our sweat in small flasks
Appalachia
I fell in love with the girl
Spinning on a wheel
In Appalachia
The blind dogs of the sun
Running for their someone
Alerted by the smell
Diverted to foretell
What is coming down the road?
Could it be someone we know?
Could it be someone we’ve known
Someone we’ve known
Appalachia
Appalachia
I fell in love with the girl
Appalachia
Spinning on a wheel
Appalachia
In Appalachia
Appalachia