Magritte John Cale

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 worshipped 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
(Often we saw Magritte)
(Often we saw Magritte)
(Often we saw Magritte)