Jefferson Airplane - Comin' Back To Me

From the LP Surrealistic Pillow The summer had inhaled and held its breath too long The winter looked the same, as if it never had gone And through an open window where no curtain hung I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me One begins to read between the pages of a look The shape of sleepy music, and suddenly you're hooked Through the rain upon the trees, that kisses on the run I saw you, I saw you, comin' back to me