Lyrics:

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