In a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIn a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNMy only home are the daydreams I dream.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt takes effort to make it to forever.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNNights were made for broken hearts.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNKiss the words from my lips like a love poem.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNNight time thoughts lead nowhere but into melancholy.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNA lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI dreamed in skies of blue before september stole all the light.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNHe was the hope that died with the last day of summer.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNFrom her glass of red wine she takes a sip of the evening sun.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNShe breathed love like air. She was Paris turned human.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNAll my summer memories sparkle in riverbed reflections.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSpring is poetry poured into nature.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN