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