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