We still sit at separate tables

And we sleep at different times

And the warm wind in the palm trees

Hasn't helped to change our minds



It was the lure of the tropics

That I thought might heal the scars

Of a love burned out by silence

In a marriage minus heart



And I call the kids on the telephone

Say there's something wrong out here

It's July but it's cold as Christmas

In the middle of the year



The temperature's up to ninety five

But there's a winter look in your mother's eyes

And to melt the tears there's a heat wave here

So how come it's cold as Christmas in the middle of the year



I dreamed of love in a better climate

And for what it's really worth

I put faith in the star we followed

To this Caribbean surf



But there's an icy fringe on everything

And I cannot find the lines

Where's the beauty in the beast we made

Why the frost in the summertime