Steve: Devious movements in your eyes
Mike/Steve: Moved me from relief
Steve: Breath comes out white clouds with your lies
Mike/Steve: And filters through me
Mike (with lower pitch mixed in the background): You’re close to the final word, you’re staring right past me in dismay, a liquid seeps from your chest, and drains me away
Steve: Mist ripples round your thin white neck
Mike/Steve: And draws me a line
Steve: Cold fingers mark this dying wreck
Mike/Steve: This moment is mine
that's how it goes, I'm pretty sure..the higher pitched parts are definitely Steve, otherwise Mike'd sing it that way live (he sings it in a lower pitch by a few steps)