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...