I think this song, like 'Dance Me to the End of Love', is about the Holocaust and people entering the gas chambers. It becomes particularly harrowing when read in this way.
All at one the torches flare,
The inner door flies open,
One by one, they enter there,
In every style of passion,
And no-one knows where the night is going,
And no-one knows why the wine is flowing,
Oh love, I need you,
I need you,
I need you,
I need you, oh,
I need you now
It speaks of horror, fear and confusion, of love and loss and of dull, aching acceptance as it starts to happen over again. An astonishing piece of writing - a haunting allegory of humanity's darkest hour.
And here they take their sweet repast,
While house and grounds dissolve,
And one by one the guests are cast,
Beyond the garden wall,
And no-one knows where the night is going,
And no-one knows why the wine is flowing,
Oh love, I need you,
I need you,
I need you,
I need you, oh,
I need you now
I think this song, like 'Dance Me to the End of Love', is about the Holocaust and people entering the gas chambers. It becomes particularly harrowing when read in this way.
All at one the torches flare, The inner door flies open, One by one, they enter there, In every style of passion,
And no-one knows where the night is going, And no-one knows why the wine is flowing, Oh love, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, oh, I need you now
It speaks of horror, fear and confusion, of love and loss and of dull, aching acceptance as it starts to happen over again. An astonishing piece of writing - a haunting allegory of humanity's darkest hour.
And here they take their sweet repast, While house and grounds dissolve, And one by one the guests are cast, Beyond the garden wall,
And no-one knows where the night is going, And no-one knows why the wine is flowing, Oh love, I need you, I need you, I need you, I need you, oh, I need you now