I either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI either want a love like poetry or no love at all.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNGive me love like summer rain.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe scent of rain is just as much as an illusion as your love.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWith each daydream she weaved her pastel heart into the sky.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s January, it’s cold and I search the sky for summer like I always do.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI lost and found myself in all your maybe’s.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIn a world of lost souls how could I ever find a home?
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNA lover should be two things at once: the wild and a home.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNSometimes getting lost is just the right direction.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNThe open road is the wanderer’s wonderland.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNLet’s go back when we still saw stories in the stars.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNI’m november numb and I think the world is, too.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt’s not songs that remind me of lost lovers. It’s poems.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNIt takes effort to make it to forever.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANNWe are mind wanderers enchanted by the world inside our heads.
MARIE-KRISTIN HOFMANN