Mist on Glass

I can guess what you think of me
My judgement was clouded cos I allowed it be
At best a European
At worst a duplicitous creep
And if my cold dead sentiment
Ring out an American ambience
When I'm chiming on the earth
How could you doubt me know?

If you can't read the mood
Can you
Curious love needs no air to thrive
Though you judge on a leper's view
Based on a glimpse from squint to pew
And if my cold dead sentiment
Ring out an American ambience
When I'm chiming on the earth

Problems came when you gavе it a name
The urge to know and dеcode
You were as close as could be as false
Like mist on glass
Pre-disaster
And now you've left
Can we go back to mist on glass