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