And I can finally hear what my own head has been trying to tell me.

The head is trying to think of something to say.

The head tried to turn toward him but it couldn't.

It is better this way, my head tried to tell me.

His head tried to turn to look up the street, but the man waiting for him in the car was around the corner.

I went through all of these languages in my head trying to find the right one.

She turned her head, anxious, trying to see where it had come from.

She turned her head away, tried to avoid his lips.

He tilted his head, trying to focus on what he'd felt.

"Those were just some talking heads trying to create trouble where there is none."