One holy ghost for a (holy/lonely) girl

In the dream she shook then read, I quote,

"We're all past elation now" (???)

In the school of thought, in the halls of state,

When the leaves turned pink,

The loose translation must have lost her

It must have cost her to go back

To the civilization caught between here

And the real one

Just to say what you'd begun to say once

We have been enrolled in the wrong schools

All thru the pride of falling, falling

Price of education now

There have been no clues in the last few

Takes in the steps we trace

The education must have cost her

It must have cost her to go back

To the civilization caught between here

And the real one

Just to say what you'd begun to say once

The education must have cost her

The loose translation must have lost her

It must have lost her, yeah...