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)