the number you have dialed phenomenon

I want to say Tell me

  Tell me it's not my head

 Tell me what you haven't said

Tell me why you won't 

          Speak

And then I fall asleep

   But even in my dreams

        You won't

I can't sleep

    My mind won't be still

You might know why

Don't ask me

     It tumbles like a machine

       Polishing stones with sand

  Over and over

 Until they become smooth and beautiful

    When will the words become beautiful?

  Over and over...