I think this song is about a funeral. An emotional one.
"One by one, the guests arrive
The guests are coming through
The open-hearted many
The broken-hearted few"
In the beginning, when the "guests" arrive, most of them are open-hearted. In the end of the song, the lyric changes into "broken-hearted many". I think broken-hearted of all the pain during the funeral.
"And no one knows where the night is going
And no one knows why the wine is flowing
Oh, love I need you ... oh I need you now"
I need you to tell me what happens next (in the night) and why I'm (or we are) drinking wine.
"And those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice
Let all my guests come in"
I don't think the dancing is the kind of dancing you do at a party. More like slowly moving with the music, in silence and in pain. The voice is from the deceased, he asks the people who come for their last goodbye, to come in. They are his guests.
"And all go stumbling through that house
In lonely secrecy
Saying "do reveal yourself"
Or "why has thou forsaken me?"
The guests come in, slowly and awkward. Secretly, they hope that he will reveal himself. This could mean: rise up from death or an open coffin? Others are asking themselves why he has forsaken them.
"All at once the torches flare
The inner door flies open
One by one they enter there
In every style of passion"
Maybe this is about the cremation itself. The fire, the door where the coffin will go through. Every guest has its style of passion, its own reason for being there and its own way of sadness and grieving.
"And here they take their sweet repast
While house and grounds dissolve
And one by one the guests are cast beyond the garden wall"
Now, everyone is in the next room where they have coffee and a cake (sweet repast). This is while everything falls apart and fades away. There will be more broken-hearted than in the beginning. The casting of guests is a metaphore for condoleances, I think.
Those who dance, begin to dance
Those who weep begin
Those who earnestly are lost
Are lost and lost again
There are people who still dance, people who cry and people who are lost. And these will not recover from their loss.
I think this song is about a funeral. An emotional one.
"One by one, the guests arrive The guests are coming through The open-hearted many The broken-hearted few"
In the beginning, when the "guests" arrive, most of them are open-hearted. In the end of the song, the lyric changes into "broken-hearted many". I think broken-hearted of all the pain during the funeral.
"And no one knows where the night is going And no one knows why the wine is flowing Oh, love I need you ... oh I need you now" I need you to tell me what happens next (in the night) and why I'm (or we are) drinking wine.
"And those who dance, begin to dance Those who weep begin And "welcome, welcome" cries a voice Let all my guests come in"
I don't think the dancing is the kind of dancing you do at a party. More like slowly moving with the music, in silence and in pain. The voice is from the deceased, he asks the people who come for their last goodbye, to come in. They are his guests.
"And all go stumbling through that house In lonely secrecy Saying "do reveal yourself" Or "why has thou forsaken me?"
The guests come in, slowly and awkward. Secretly, they hope that he will reveal himself. This could mean: rise up from death or an open coffin? Others are asking themselves why he has forsaken them.
"All at once the torches flare The inner door flies open One by one they enter there In every style of passion"
Maybe this is about the cremation itself. The fire, the door where the coffin will go through. Every guest has its style of passion, its own reason for being there and its own way of sadness and grieving.
"And here they take their sweet repast While house and grounds dissolve And one by one the guests are cast beyond the garden wall"
Now, everyone is in the next room where they have coffee and a cake (sweet repast). This is while everything falls apart and fades away. There will be more broken-hearted than in the beginning. The casting of guests is a metaphore for condoleances, I think.
Those who dance, begin to dance Those who weep begin Those who earnestly are lost Are lost and lost again
There are people who still dance, people who cry and people who are lost. And these will not recover from their loss.