Glue.

Because we see things differently, and that's that.

When some people look at crop circles it’s absolutely clear

That they’re alien announcements in the grass.

Signs of sage, enlightened beings from an undiscovered sphere.

But to me, that’s just unmitigated arse.

When some people truly think that they can read another’s mind

And communicate with spirits they awaken.

They amaze themselves with all the psychic hits they seem to find,

But I notice all the times when they’re mistaken.

When some people see the footage of Neil Armstrong on the moon

They see someone acting out a complex fraud.

They claim lighting, sets and camera tricks, filmed earlier, in June

But I’ve seen it all debunked, and now I’m bored.

When some people listen closely and hear hoof-beats coming near

And think, “Wow! A herd of zebras! Awesomesauce!”

They prepare themselves for dazzling stripy mammals to appear,

But it is, as I expected, just a horse.

Why do some of us see magic while the rest of us see tricks?

Why do some prefer a hunch to actual data?

Why do people bother searching for ground water using sticks

When electroseismic methods are much smarter?

When a hard-core true believer has a notion in their mind

There’s no point providing rational relief.

‘Cause it seems the strongest substance ever known to humankind

Is the glue that holds together a belief.