Magritte

I've forgotten how often we saw Magritte

He's been much on my mind these days (often we saw Magritte)

Inside a canvas of blue saturated with beauty

In a web of glass, pinned to the edges of vision

There's a car horn in the street outside

And a museum with its windows open

(Often we saw Magritte)

Running with the legends of conspicuous men

And how often we forgot Magritte

How we remembered him then

And worshiped at his feet

Pinned to the edges of vision

Somebody's coming that hates us

Better watch the art

Upstairs, there's a canvas stretched

For umbrellas and bowler hats

Everybody knows René did that

(Often we saw Magritte)

Pinned to the edges of vision

(Often we saw Magritte)

We all know René did that

(Often we saw Magritte)

Pinned to the edges of vision

(Often we saw Magritte)

René did that, ahh (often we saw Magritte)

(Often we saw Magritte)

(Often we saw Magritte)

(René did that)

(Often we saw Magritte)

(René did that)

(Often we saw Magritte)