We still sit at separate tables And we sleep at different times And the warm wind in the palm trees Hasnt 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 theres something wrong out here Its July but its cold as Christmas In the middle of the year The temperatures up to ninety five But theres a winter look in your mothers eyes And to melt the tears theres a heat wave here So how come its cold as Christmas in the middle of the year I dreamed of love in a better climate And for what its really worth I put faith in the star we followed To this Caribbean surf But theres an icy fringe on everything And I cannot find the lines Wheres the beauty in the beast we made Why the frost in the summertime
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