Coldplay, Cemeteries of London
At night they would go walking 'till the breaking of the day The morning is for sleeping Through the dark streets They go searching to see God In their own way Save the night time For your weeping Your weeping
e are just shadow
ale shadows of ourselve
oving fast, ever runner
rying to grab ourselve
rying to touch other
ver afraid of our shado
Visual essay by:
Silvino Gonzรกlez Morales a.k.a. Yourmung Model:
Jefry E. Guevara All rights reserved, any reproduction is prohibited. 2.008