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