My Guitar (Remasterizado)

You can sell my ring

You can spill my wine

And if you want me to

I can also even cry

But you're getting nowhere near to my guitar

So you can burn my dreams

As you tried it once

And you can lean on me

If you need me just for once

But you're getting nowhere near to my guitar

My guitar was writing me songs

And was crying for me

When I was sad and tired

My guitar is made of a heart

That somebody was tearing apart

So you can sell my ring

And you can spill my wine

And you can knock on the floor

With your hard and empty mind

But you're getting nowhere near to my guitar

Just listen

My guitar was giving me love

And was singing for me

When I was sad and tired

My guitar, which is made of a heart

That somebody was tearing its pieces apart

So you can sell my ring

And you can spill my wine

But you're getting nowhere near to my guitar

But you're getting nowhere near to my guitar

But you're getting nowhere near

To my guitar