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 thelure of the tropics that Ithought might heal the scars Of alove burned out bysilence in amarriage minus heart
And I call the kids on the telephone Say there's something wrong out here It's July but it's cold asChristmas In the middle of the year The temperature's up to ninety five But there's awinter look in your mother's eyes And to melt the tears there's aheat wave here So how come it's cold as Christmas in the middle of the year.
I dreamed of love in a betterclimate And for what it's really worth I putfaith 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 thebeauty in the beast we made Why the frost in the summertime.
And I call the kids on the telephone Say there's something wrong out here It's July but it's cold asChristmas In the middle of the year The temperature's up to ninety five But there's awinter look in your mother's eyes And to melt the tears there's aheat wave here So how come it's cold as Christmas in the middle of the year.