Cold As Christmas (In The Middle Of The Year)
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
