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