Perfect Beings - Remnants Of Shields lyrics

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