or Let Me Go Away.

I remember a dream I had of an icicle,
and I liked it when I saw the cool water coming down from it.
I paced the time of my days, and made it all up on the way
and here you are again you came back to town
they said you looked my way but I was afraid to look back
I remember a moment of clarity
and it came in the clear of the morning even when it was cold
I want to fall apart, need you to take my heart,
or let me go away.