BETWEEN THE BINS:
“I’m gonna miss you” he said.
It was pony, the only thing that would come out of his mouth
that early in the morning. Witnessed by the taxi driver,
meter running, taking advantage of the moment to drag on a
cigarette then flick it between the bins.
(K)
Karl Hyde 
Beyond Daft Punk indeed I could give more than 5 for a finished version of this one.
But I guess it´s like:
…There’s no such thing as competition
To find our way we lose control
Remember – love’s our only mission
This is the journey of the soul
The perfect song is framed with silence
It speaks of places never seen
Your home’s a promise long forgotten
It is the birthplace of your dreams…
6 points
Ahhhh 🙂
❤