Текст песни Ghosts - Little Triste

Every summer, I ain't getting younger
And nobody wants us when it's cold
I feel it comin', like raindrops or gunshots
And nobody wants us when we're ghosts
So keep on runnin'
And isn't it lovely?
'Til the pain finds its way into your bones
I only wanted to be wanted
But, nobody wants us when we're ghosts