When The Summer Ended?

We keep pounding away at everything
In the sunshine of a remembered summer
Where the colors are brighter,
The whites are whiter
And the night has that cool-air smell
When you're small and safe
And have no fear
When you sit outside and watch the moon appear
Nostalgia appears at a surprisingly young age
When the culture claims memory loss is all the rage

I keep pounding away at life
With scenery calculated to cause strife
But I ask you: rip down the curtains
Let in the light
Let the whole world fill up with that luminous night
I'll keep on wishing you were here
Inside my memories
And I'll keep on wish I could be there
In my memories
Come on in, the water's fine
It has a heady smell, like ancient wine
Spill the passion, enter the play
In my scientific braincells lie the key
To paradise: to memory