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