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 mothers eyes

and to melt the tears

there?s a heatwave here

so how come it?s as 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